The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 3: Unexpected Ally…

Lyla

For a moment, nobody moved.

Then slowly, Darius released me, his expression shifting from arrogance to unease.

“Who the hell was that?” he muttered glancing in the direction of the growl.

I didn’t answer.

I didn’t know who he was either but I felt a strange pull towards him, a sense of safety I hadn’t felt in years.

My eyes drifted to where he was across the room but he was no longer there.

I turned around frantically, searching for him in the crowd, but I couldn’t find him.

He was just here a few seconds ago.

The cruel laughter from the boys reminded me of my current dilemma.

One of the boys suddenly yelped and pointed to my legs – I flushed in embarrassment as they laughed again.

It was my warm juices… I was so horny that I could feel every underwear I had on, soaked.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everyone out.

My body was just reacting to having plenty of men around me at the same time.

“What’s the matter, Lyla?” feeling a little… needy?” Darius taunted me as he stepped closer again.

“I bet you’d do anything to make this stop, wouldn’t you?”

My breath hitched.

I could feel my heat intensifying.

Darius’ voice – the manly scent of the men around me… gosh! It was driving me crazy, making my skin burn and my thoughts blur.

It was as though every nerve in my body was on fire and my senses were overwhelmed by the unbearable desire coursing through my veins.

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I moaned loudly, clamping my legs together as the scent of my high arousal hung heavy in the air.

Right now, that didn’t matter, I just wanted to take care of the pressure building inside me.

“Come on,” Darius sneered, leaning in closer.

“Why don’t you just beg us? We might take pity on you, mutt.

”

my

stung, but the worst part was the twisted flicker of excitement that pulsed through

craved for any touch, any relief,

my breath ragged and

peak yet but the heat was too much and my mind was

friends jeered, their taunts mingling

one of them

“She can barely stand.

Pathetic.

”

and ran his index finger on my

as he inserted his finger inside it, tears burned in

tongue up and down his

boy’s voice dripped with false sympathy as he turned to his

bet she’d do anything to

Do

couldn’t take it anymore, I pushed through them before he could finish speaking,

feel eyes on me, could hear mocking laughter chasing me but

was to get away, to find somewhere – anywhere –

solid wall of muscle and staggered

lips but

was the amber-eyed

a mix of curiosity and something

he was even more striking – tall, broad-shoulders, dressed in an impeccably tailored suit – an indication of power and

over the room as

a sickening dread pooled

the third finger

a Lycan leader, but not just

was the Lycan Leader of the White Moon Throne – the highest rank

pounded as I

powerful man in my world, with the scent of my

expecting a

uncontrolled heat cycles

condition is seen as a disgrace, a shame that could bring

were intense, a deep amber that seemed to see right

of condemnation, his gaze held

out, pulling me up from the ground with surprising

voice sending shivers through my already

against my arm and my breath hitched again as

but my body

over me, stronger than before and my knees

sagged against him, my vision blurring

leader caught me, his

I could feel the hard planes of his chest against mine, I could smell the intoxicating mix of his

flushed and found his gaze fixed on me with an intensity

Time seemed to slow.

away, the whispers and the judgment fading into the background as I and the Lycan leader stood locked in this

something raw and primal crossing his